Just a question for the Bed Wetters.

If diapers were used for control of your problem by your family or care giver. Was it an expression of their caring and love for you during a trying time? Or was it a punishment for wetting your bed? Please share if you can, I know with my Mother and all of her mental issues when I was a kid it was not meant as a punishment. Mom would use it as an escape for her to earlier times when I was just an infant and Dad died in Korea.

It was my nurses at physical rehab when i was 20. So i guess out of need and caring for me. but for sure not punishment. But it sure felt that way when they put me in them the first time. But after a few diaper changes i began to realize it was needed at the time.

I started to bed wet after my parents divorce. I was 5 -6 at the time. My mom was very sympathetic but also concerned. She was going through a lot herself and didn't need another problem to deal with. I was taken to a doctor and underwent an embarrassing exam. Next thing I know, one evening while getting ready for bed mom brings in a diaper kit and explains that I would be such a good boy if I would try wearing a diaper. It would help her out so much and it would be our little secret and no one will know just her and me. She persuaded me into wearing a diaper. But not without a few nights of tears and humiliation. I must admit it became our special time every night for a few years and was certainly better than a wet bed. I was never punished.

I was a bed wetter until the age of 10. My mother would put me in cloth diapers and plastic pants every night before bed. It was never punishment, it was just needed to keep the bed dry

I was a bedwetter until 12. As I have said in other posts this was genetic. I have been diapered by Mom , Dad, my older sister, and a whole host of relations.

Never was this done as a punishment. In fact when I was between 7 and 10 I looked forward to my Dad doing it as it was a special time for us.

Even my older sister who I fought with all the time never complained and was very gentle and caring when diapering me. And yes in those days it was cloth diapers and plastic pants.

I don't think it was a punishment for my bedwetting but my mom got tried of washing my blankets sheets ect and she didn't hide the fact that I was a bedwetter and was made to wear diapers and plastic pants at nite to keep my bed dry

I wet the bed for a short time, maybe till 5-6? Not allot either. I never got put back into any diapers, trainers, or the like. I think it would have been a good thing if I was, but it didn't happen. My mom didn't think it would have been a good thing for me, I guess. I think she thought, I wouldn't have stopped if I had diapers.

I wouldn't have been to hot on the idea of having to be put into a diaper either. Even though back at that time, I like diapers. It's one thing to like the idea of a diapers and wear one for fun, and another to actually be forced to wear one.

But, in retrospect I think it would have been a good thing. And, I know it would have been done not as punishment.

I know, even being left to wet my bed, sheets, PJ's, was not meant to punish me. It was what it was, and mom would always get up to fix things.

Good thing for the (noisy) plastic sheet!

Hi Luvs It, to answer your question my parents would never have used cloth diapers and plastic pants on me for bedwetting as they hated it when they found plastic pants in my room. My dad would just whip me with his belt all over if I moved to get out of way or put me in a cold shower and call me "piss the bed" I wish they would have used diapers and even hung them and the plastic pants out to dry and show everyone what big baby and bedwetter I was.

I was a bedwetter until i was 12 and my neighbor and my bestfriend that lived across town was a bedwetter. THere were a few times that my sisters made fun of me but my mom was always loving and as an older kid I wore the smallest size adult diaper with a kids diaper inside of it to help hold all of the pee. My neighbor lived with his granny and he wore cloth diapers with rubber pants until he out grew those and started wearing disposbles like me. My bestfriend had pull ups from what I could remember.

I wore diapers for bedwetting as a young boy. It was not a punishment. It helped me and the rest of the family get a good night's sleep.

I wore nappies until I was 8 or 9 because I wet my bed every night. I was threatened with them again because I continued to wet the bed for many years after that.

I was a bedwetter until I was about 25. I don't know why it stopped. My mom kept me in diapers until high school. Just to save the bed i suppose. I always smelled like piss at school.

I was a bed wetter until 5th grade. diapers were never used as a punishment, just as a tool to protect the bed. My dad finally "fixed" the problem by creating a buzzer that would sound when it detected a wetting.

I must have always smelled of stale pee when I was a kid. I wet the bed most nights and only had a bath once a week. We didn't have a proper bathroom so we all shared a tin bath by the fire on a Saturday night.

My mother diapered me until I was 17 and stopped wetting my bed. For both us this was entirely an expression of her love for me, her tenderness and caring. She never got mad at me, punished or threatened to punish me for wetting my bed. The evenings before bed when she cleaned, powdered me and pinned-on my diapers became a very special time for us. A time when I felt I could open up to her everything in my life, issues with friends, school, my future. She was so supportive and understanding. We talked off and on about my bed wetting, especially as I got older, started to become aroused when she diapered me. One morning when she came in to help me get ready for school, I had just finished playing with myself and she saw my cum on my pee-pee and diapers when she unpinned my diapers. She was so nice not to embarrass me as she wiped me and told me not to worry, she wasn't mad, what I was doing was normal for boys my age and promised to have “the talk” that night. That night night she must have spent at least 2 hours with me explaining about sex, my maturing, puberty, girls and more. After that when she noticed I had played with myself, she just smiled as she wiped me. Eventually she started to gently encourage me to work at not wetting the bed before I left home for college and I did. But even after she let me wear diapers and rubber pants when I was home on holidays. She knew me so well and understood the diapers for me was a sort of security blanket and helped me feel happier, less stressed. She treated my sister in much the same way until she stopped wetting her bed.

It was never used as a punishment by mother just as a means to save on washing bedding. I was the eldest in the family and I was still wearing nappies and plastic pants for bed wetting for a few years after they were out of nappies, so I got a lot of teasing from them until my mother threatened to put them back in nappies

My wife never used it as punishment but as a older man when wetting came along diapers were used.

Most of the time it was not a punishment. For sure, it was humiliating to have to be put in diapers as I got older, but it did keep the bed and my pants dry.

The only time that it was sort of a punishment was when I had an accident in my pants which was preventable. Like holding it too long when out playing and then going #2 in my pants. When I did that - and I can remember doing it a lot - then my mom approached it like “if you're going to poop your pants like a baby, you can wear diapers like a baby”. I wore the same diapers and plastic pants every night but when I was put in diapers for messing my pants I felt like a baby and Mom wasn't impressed so it was far from fun.

I never recall diapers/nappies being used as punishment. In the home I was bought up in (during the 50s) they were used fairly discreetly but my foster parents would take me down to the living room with just diapers and my pyjamas top and Id be seen by neighbours and their friends. This was not a punishment in any way whatsoever, they were kind loving people, but the enforced showing and kindly discussions about my bedwetting felt like a punishment of sorts to me and others found my embarrassment mildly amusing. I was in my early teens at that time.

I'm not sure I would this punishment, but at the time it felt that way. I had stopped needing diapers during the day by the time I was 7, but had to wear diapers at night for my bed wetting. But when we visited my cousins at their homes, their moms made me wear diapers and rubber pants all the time, even when I was 16 or 17. Both my aunts told me I had to wear diapers because I couldn't be trusted not to wet my pants and leave stains on their furniture. Maybe they just didn't trust boys since all my cousins were girls, but by the time I was 15 I know that at least two of my cousins my age had started dating and their boyfriends would come over. Of course they weren't forced to wear diapers. When I reached my teens I felt pretty embarrassed that my cousins knew I was wearing diapers when we visited. I'd get teased when we were playing around, or just talking privately in their rooms. They would ask me if I still wet my bed or what it was like to have to wear diapers at my age or called me a baby. One cousin liked to see my diapers and rubber pants when I was wearing them and forced me to drop my pants so she could see them. And then she would tell me her mom wanted her to check and see if my diapers were wet. I know she was just teasing me but usually they were wet, I mean, if my aunt was going to force me to wear diapers, I might as well go potty in them so I did. When we left for home that night, I had to be changed since my diapers were soaked by then and my mom made me wear diapers on long car rides anyway because knew I'd probably fall asleep and wet myself. She was right about that, but I shouldn't have been made to wear diapers during the day. My aunt should have trusted me.

I would say the display of nappies in public can be used as a punishment rather than being discreet about it. I am comfortable with nappies on but I don't likenthis viewed in public like having my panties viewed when I was wearing them.

I was diapered because my parents didn't want me ruining the bed! Plus it was easier to diaper me than cleanup afterwards.

When I first started wetting my bed, for over four years now, my wife was very friendly at first but was also worried about my bedwetting, after a few weeks of bedwetting I got a lot of teasing from him until my wife threatened to go back at diapers, then after taking me to the doctor and having an embarrassing examination. I was told that I had an overactive bladder due to my diabetes and that I might need to wear pads. So my wife persuaded me to wear a diaper to bed, just had to be able to keep the bed dry or else I was going to have to sleep in the guest room on a plastic mattress and she only washed my piss sheets 'once a week, not because she wants me to wear diapers, my argument was that I should wear diapers at my age. Of course, it was humiliating to have to put on diapers as you got older. The only times it's any kind of punishment is when I forget to put my plastic pad on my side of the bed and my diaper and plastic panties leak into the bed. My punishment was cloth diapers and plastic pant all day with nothing else. Since then, my wife puts me in cloth diapers and my plastic pant at night before I go to bed. Then after all my diaper changes got really soaked, I realized it was really necessary to wear them after all.

I wore diapers or training pants with vinyl covers till I was 16 years old. It was done out of love not punishment. It made everyone's morning easier

So many have expressed much the same sentiments. I had been a chronic bedwetter throughout my childhood and into my teens. When I was about 10/11, mom decided that it would make her life easier for her to put me back in thick cloth diapers at night. She wouldn’t have to strip my bed and wash the sheets every day, a few diapers a couple times a week wouldn’t be so bad. It might have started out as a form of punishment, hoping the embarrassment would get me to stop. But even then, the act of diapering me every night was done with love and allowing me to feel good about myself. Sometimes she wouldn’t check my diaper before she went to bed and if I was already wet, she would change me again. I would always wake to soaked diapers in the morning. Mom loved me even though she still pinned diapers on her child until I was almost 16.

Having accidents was a normal occurrence for me as a child. It was not a medical issue, it just happened. So diapers were used as a way of protection. I was placed in a diaper for school and at home, and would be changed whenever needed by the school nurse or by a parent.

I wet the bed until I was nine or ten...maybe even into my early teen years..(recall is fuzzy) My mother would go through a nightly ritual of pinning me into cloth diapers and then pulling plastic (rubber) pants up over them...

I remember so many times in my later childhood laying naked, completely naked on the bed, exposed...(I never gave it much thought then, but I was still hairless as a newborn and didn't get any pubic hairs until I was in about 8th grade) so I looked like a little boy...

She would pull my legs apart, make me raise them up to my chest exposing EVERYTHING...(thinking back even my bottom hole) rub baby lotion on me and the the baby powder...

I don't know exactly when I started feeling embarrassed about it, but I did...Also all my four other siblings KNEW I was diapered for bed time. My older sister used to tease me about it....Somewhere in that time frame I discovered my own hole and would often play with it when I was down for my naps often sticking things up inside me....

I also remember a time when I accidentally pooped my pants and as a result was put back in diapers.

Once we took a vacation and mom kept me diapered on the road for that two weeks...often hanging my hand washed diapers out the window of the car as we drove...

Now? My diapers are cloth... I still pee the bed....and I almost always am sitting in wet diapers covered by plastic panties.

IT would be nice to perhaps meet a woman that understands this need AND desire..but that will probably never happen again